Irene was blushing. In Fuyao Palace, men were slaves. She never imagined herself begging a man for mercy.

After Irene was willing to give in, Darryl stopped and said with a smile, "Now we’re talking. Who are you?"

Irene’s face was bright red. She felt ashamed and angry. She said, “I… I’m a little fairy from Fuyao Palace.”

Fuyao Palace?

Darryl was stunned.

‘What the hell is Fuyao Palace? Have I done anything to them?’

While processing the thoughts in his mind, Darryl glowered at Irene. "Y